The Stardust Blower
In a land of towering, ancient rocks and shimmering desert sands, lived a Protoceratops named Petal. Unlike her stern-faced relatives, Petal had a secret: she adored flowers. Every morning, she would carefully weave a crown of cheerful daisies, their white petals a stark contrast against her rough, scaly hide. But Petal's most extraordinary talent wasn't her floral fashion sense; it was what she could blow. With a happy puff, she could exhale not just air, but shimmering waves of galaxy stars.
Today, as the twin suns of the desert began their descent, painting the sky in fiery oranges and deep purples, Petal stood atop a jagged peak. With a delighted snort, she unleashed a magnificent breath. Out from her snout cascaded a torrent of tiny, twinkling stars – some brilliant gold, others sapphire blue, and a few even glimmering with the elusive amethyst light of distant nebulae. These stardust waves danced and swirled across the rocky desert, transforming the drab landscape into a sparkling, ethereal wonderland. Each star left a faint, shimmering trail of pastel pink and cosmic teal, a silent promise of magic in the ancient desert night.
